Bowie's in spaceBowie's in spaceWhat you doing out there, man?That's pretty freaky, BowieIsn't it cold out in space, Bowie?Do you want to borrow my jumper, Bowie?Does the space cold make your nipples go pointy, Bowie?Do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antennae to transmit data back toEarth?Bet you do, you freaky old bastard youHey Bowie, do you have one really funky sequined space suit?Or do you have several ch-changes?Do you smoke grass out in space, Bowie?Or do they smoke Astroturf?Ooh!Receiving transmission from David Bowie's nipple antennaeDo you read me, Lieutenant Bowie?This is Bowie to BowieDo you hear me out there, man?This is Bowie back to BowieI read you loud and clear, manOoh yeah, man!Your signal's weak on my radar screenHow far out are you, man?I'm pretty far outThat's pretty far out, manOoh- ah- ooh!I'm orbiting PlutoOoh- ah- ooh!Drawn in by its groovitational(Groovitational pull)I'm jamming out with the Mick Jagger-nautsOoh, and they think it's pretty coolAre you okay, Bowie?What was that sound?I don't know, manOoh, it's the craziest sceneYeah, I'm picking it up on my LSD screenCan you see the stratosphere ringing?To the choir of Afronauts singingBowie's in spaceBowie's in spaceBowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie BowieBowie's in spaceBowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie BowieEena-ma-ma-meena-mina-mowiePhasers on funkyEena-ma-ma-meena-mina-mowieBa-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-Bowie's in Space